Marcell stared pensively at the building where he used to live and where he grew up. But his heart stopped for a moment before beating fast when he saw a board hanging on the door with the words "FOR SALE". And the building looked abandoned like it had been uninhabited for over five years. Marcell's feet walked closer to the courtyard of the orphanage. Looked here and there where there was no one. "The caretaker of the orphanage and the children have long left home," said someone who made Marcell turn his head. A middle-aged man in a shabby jacket stood by the roadside looking at Marcell. But since childhood Marcell had never seen the man before. "Hi, I'm Marcell. I was a child living in this orphanage before." Marcell walked down the porch steps and approached the man. "You weren't told anything by them?" Marcell nodded. "I've been traveling for a long time. And now live in England. I haven't been back here for a long time either. Do you know where they moved to? Where Aunt Rut
"What do you want to do when you grow up?" "I want to buy a nice car and have a house with a big yard." "That's a nice dream." "What about you?" "I just want to live longer. To see you buy a nice car and have a house with a big yard." Marcell stared silently at the boy who was about his age. They were lying on the sand at the beach. The orphanage had a simple vacation going to a nearby beach when it got more grants. "Why do you say that? Of course you will see me become successful. And of course it's not just me who's successful, it's you too. Let's make Aunt Ruth proud." Rafael nodded. "Umm, of course." Rafael raised his little finger in front of him, signaling Marcell to link his little finger. "Promise." KRING..KRING.... Marcell's eyes blinked as the alarm he had set last night went off. Groaning softly, Marcell's sleeping body turned to face the ceiling. His memory recalled the dream formed from his childhood memories. Rafael. Marcell recalled his old pantry friend. Th
The latest shoes from the famous brand stepped confidently into the courtyard of Yale University. Unlike Marcell who used to be using and dirty. Now his skin is clean, his charismatic face radiates combined with simple but expensive clothes. The upper class will definitely know how much the outfit Marcell is wearing right now costs."You're Marcell?" Mike noticed Marcell's appearance from top to bottom then looked back at Marcell's handsome face.Marcell's purpose in coming to Yale University was to meet Mike. Since the man didn't want to mention his account number, Marcell couldn't return the favor.For this reason, Marcell had something to offer Mike."What time is your break? I want to talk to you about something important," Marcell said matter-of-factly.Mike glanced at the watch on his left hand. Shrugging his shoulders he replied, "I can rest now.""Good. Come with me first."Marcell told the taxi driver to wait out front. Because Marcell still needed a taxi to go to the nearest
"R155""Call for R155!""R155, you are dismissed."A pitch-black bracelet around the left wrist of the man called R155 had a small red glow. R155 had shot someone who turned out to be his enemy. In a public place like this, where all the witnesses were looking at him with horror and judgment.R155 hurriedly fled to a quieter place. But who would have thought that no one would let him escape after he shot someone dead.R155 looked for an opening, running into an alley with a break in the road. As a trained agent, it was no surprise that he had a well-built body and long legs that could run like a horse. Deftly dodging piles of garbage. He was focused on his direction and chose the right path. R155 ended up in a dead-end alley of a garbage dump. But he was good at hiding himself in a pile of plastic bags as soon as the hoofbeats approached."I know you're here." Marcell joined the chase, following a man who had shot someone dead in front of the cafe.R155 quickly clicked the button on t
Marcell lost consciousness completely. His eyes closed and his body collapsed against the backrest. Until arriving at Heathrow airport Marcell was still unconscious. Two flight attendants and one steward looked worried because Marcell did not wake up when tapped on the shoulder. They agreed to call health workers so that Marcell could be taken to the medical room. "How long has he been unconscious?" asked the nurse on duty. A steward named Nichol accompanied Marcell and his friends had gone to attend to other matters. "I don't know. I think he's been asleep since the plane started flying," Nichol replied casually. The nurse began analyzing again and taking notes on the chest board which she would report when the doctor arrived. "You can go out, and please call his family." Hearing the nurse's order, Nichol rushed out and searched for Marcell Clark's details. Thirty minutes of searching, but it turned out that Marchell was an orphaned man. Nichol didn't know who else to contac
This is the tense part in the operational room. One S-agent, or system, of two began to break out in a cold sweat. Subject M155 did not wake up immediately even though the charging port had been plugged into the back of Marcell's neck for 15 hours.Stomping footsteps made cold sweat pour down Dr. Ivanovich's temples. He had studied Bio Weapon all his life. It was no wonder that Dr. Ivan was included in the mission to form subject M155 by H155. "You're forgetting something," the man said. He was the highest caste in the company. Not H155, but the founder of the company and the originator of the creation of subject M155. Dr. Ivan frowned, not understanding. Meanwhile, Prof. Jose Luis stopped his activities for a moment. He came closer to Dr. Ivan and the company founder."Marcell Clark has been alive for 20 years. But M155 has been in his brain for 19 years. It has been active since about two weeks or just 10 days ago. The existing version of M155 is outdated. Subject version 155.23
"Been waiting long?" asked Marcell as he approached table 18 where Alan and his friend sat. "Very long," Alan replied with a lazy face. "This is my friend, he's from Indonesia. His name is Arjuna Wijaya. And last year won a special cooking event for cakes in Russia." "Wow, amazing. Congratulations. Introduce me Marcell Clark." Marcell extended his hand and was greeted by Arjuna's hand. "You have a good sense of fashion," Arjuna complimented Marcell's appearance. "Ah really? Hahaha this is just a polo shirt Arjuna." Marcell looked at the clothes he was wearing. "But it looks good on you. Where do you go to the gym?" Arjuna asked again. "I've never been to the gym, but I plan to. Do you have any recommendation on where to go to the gym that is comfortable and definitely fits in your pocket hahaha." Arjuna laughed. "I also like something cheap, I'll tell you the place." "Can I come?" asked Alan, joining Marcell and Arjuna's small talk. "Of course. It would be nice if you came t
The system rejected Marcell's question by displaying a red screen for an instant. It then switches to the loading symbol again to display a new page.SYSTEM: YOUR BAKERY MUST BE OPEN AND LAUNCHING ONE MONTH FROM NOW!Marcell grunted at why the system in his head never heard his question. It just ignored him."This is my first time in business, and I guess it's not as simple as I thought. I grew up in an orphanage. My environment didn't give me much information or learning about business."SYSTEM: YOUR BAKERY MUST BE OPEN AND LAUNCHED ONE MONTH FROM NOW!SYSTEM: GET $1,000,000 AS A REWARD!!!Exhaling, the transparent screen in Marcell's view only flickered the command sentence.Marcell thought for a moment. Contemplating again what he should need for his kitchen. Remembering what Arjuna had said. All these things are not easy. And of course he still has to trial and error first with the menu served later."What happens if I don't complete my mission?" asked Marcell. Although he knew th